ill $ilva the omen şarkı sözleri
Destroy hope true messiah Cursed adorer Store my mind of
No moral code Ominous task Triple six My thoughts retract
Misdirect masochist Envy my hand Nightmares you wish you had
On my fangs I taste death Walk haze till you find the dead
Sell me your wretched soul Warmth in the winter cold
Channelled by geists Guide you home Guide you to hell where the wicked roam
Sell me your wretched soul Denied as darkness falls
Dead trees gone Guide you home Guide you to hell where the wicked roam